Touch of Class is a medium size place, located next to the better known Emotions. Touch of Class opens at 10AM and by 1PM it is staffed to the rafters with very friendly girls. Here the dancers wear nylon red half “Touch of Class” t-shirts. As soon as you walk in the door, you will literally be smothered by little brown cuties, who cuddle and massage all of your extremities. This sounds like an obnoxious push to get you to buy ladies drinks – it is, but they pull it off so you really feel like the triumphant rock star. The trick is that the girls are trained to smile, be extremely friendly and they don’t send in the waitress in on a kamikaze “buy the lady a drink sir” attack. Nope after a minute or two or the rock star treatment buying the girls some ladies drink seems like the most natural thing to do. Also, the girls’ slowly milk there drinks at a 20-25 minute pace. Even if you buy a shot, the girls seem to have the rule a drink buys you that 20-25 minute block of time. Also for every lady drink or two you buy the manager will drop by and give you a chip that entitles you to a free drink for yourself.
Your only decision is to decide how fast to wade in. I usually start with two or three. As soon as your choice is made the others either leave gracefully or back off slightly. Actually whatever you says goes here. Now while there are no stunners here, there are a lot of cuties, and a couple of three holers!
So I am sitting there with a cold beer and two waitresses each taking a side of my body to massage. Soon I notice three holer Joy smiling away at me from the stage, and I don’t hesitate to call her down. Lickity split she has moved one of the waitresses to the side and she has her hand up my shorts for a nice slow dick massage. Did I mention I really love this place? So I take a look to my left to see how my buddy Bafana is doing. Lo and behold he has like seven girls on the payroll and the biggest grin I have ever seen.
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Evidently Bafana didn’t know what a body shot was and the girls on his payroll were quite eager to educate him. A quick description, a body shot is a tequila shot but where you choose the body part of another person (nipples are popular) and you put some lime juice and then salt on said body part. Then you take the tequila shot and then lick then lime and salt of the body part. Usually the licking is done for much longer than necessary and with heavy erotic overtones.
After the first round, it was pretty clear Bafana thought Body Shots are a good thing. Soon the body shots were flying like crazy. I think they had to dig out the big “Bad Motherfucker” drink tray to bring out all the shots ordered. Guys were bodying shotting girls, girls body shotting guys, and girls body shotting other girls. While this was going on I was stirred by a chubby girl with a rather large rack. So she body shotted herself.
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Big Rack girl’s name is Rose Marie, and I was pretty happy having those luscious hooters to play with. Soon we were all feeling really good, and Joy was telling me she wanted me to give me her ass, and she also wanted to eat Rose Marie’s pussy while I shot my load on Rose Marie’s tits. OK I added that last sex act. Houston we have a double bar fine. However, I wanted this to be more than a one stop bar hop. So I told the girls we would be back in a couple of hours to pick them up. Well after two hours of fun, I had ran up a 1200 peso bar bill (I only had to pay for one of my drinks) and Bafane had a 3125 pesos bar bill. Whoa that means he had ordered 30 LD’s and shots (defiantely believable) But he did have a mighty impressive stack of free local drink poker chips!
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So we roust our driver from his nap (easy money day for this guy) and take off for Honey Ko’s. Honey Ko’s talent was so so, but I found an older gal with a nice ass to maul for a while. Next stop was Thi-High. Not much going on here but there was a fat chick with Gigantic Cans. In my slightly high state, it is was a pleasure to maul those puppies for the duration of a ladies drink. After this I wanted to go and check out a sleazy little dive, called Club Rio, which a local expat informed me was a glorified blowjob bar.
Photo: Honey Ko's 30
There is a little unpaved road spur off Perimeter road, where you can use Garfield’s bar as a landmark, where there are three tiny dives. The first one is Sweet Bar, the second one is Nifty’s (the most “pimped” of these bars), and the last one is Club Rio. Although I had some iffy advance intel that natsy things happen in this bar, I did not reveal this to Bafana.
Within three minutes I am agreeing to buy drinks for three skankies, each of whom you just knew had sucked a mile of dick in preparation for this very moment. I suggested to Bafana he get himself some girls, LD’s and retire to the back booth area with me. Bafana never to be out excessed by anyone grabs four girls. The girls instruct us to wait as they place a towel on each our vinyl booth seats and before you could say abracadabra we had pants and underwear down at our ankles. Well I get one girl squatting in front of me a blowing me and I am playing with tits and pussy with a girl on each arm. A forth girl wants to invite herself into my little party. I am a bit hesitant and the other girls all ring in that her service is excellent. Half smelling a scam, I say what the hell it’s only a 100 peso LD. She ain’t pretty but she is the fourth blade on my helicopter and she drops her draws and climbs up a shoves her pussy in my face.
I look over to Bafana, and I can see and expression that is half shock and half exctasy, as he wants to know why I didn’t warn him about this place. Soon we both get the helicopter going where the girls rotate 90 degrees every couple of minutes. Well it turns out my fourth wheel really is a BJ performer and the best of my bunch. After everyone gives a sample, lo and behold their lady drinks are empty. I opt for a little game of Dismissed and fire the least two performers. Bafana opts to keep the helicopter going. At one point Bafana looks over and drunkenly slurs in a thick Aussie accent, “This naughty, I mean really naughty.” I have to concur. After another two samples from each of my ladies, I decided to crown a final four winner and I give a victory drink (with more BJ responsibilities) to the late entrant girl. Bafana crowned his victor with a barfine. This little half an hour of decadence cost me about 750 pesos. Not the best bargain in AC by far but a lot of fun. It should be mentioned that the girls clearly don’t want you to come and push the onsite ST facility for that. I was just there for the public exposure cheap thrill. So Me, Bafana, and his big titty red lipped BJ queen BF stumble out to the car to make a return to Touch of Ass to pick up my bar fines and for Bafana to find a second bar fine.
Back in TOC the party continues as we decide that Bafana girls tits would be great to body shot. Of course, AC is a small town and the TOC girls all knew Bafana’s Club Rio girl. Evidently lots of TOC girls get started over their start at Nifty’s and Club Rio. Bafana settled on a cute tiny girl for his second bar fine. Our plan was to buy a bottle of tequila, Limes, and party naked back in my room at the Central Park.
Photo: Kayla Club Rio 31
Of course everyone is pretty trashed and it takes quit a while to get everyone into the car, coordinate a mission to the minimarket, then get everyone into the room, and then get all the shot glasses and other instruments from Room service. What proceeded was a totally naughty blowjob, fucking tequila fess. It was definitely more fun than two fat white men should be allowed.
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It didn’t take long for us all to get naked, and lots of double blow jobs and foreplay going on. Of course, lots of tequila shots were downed as well. There wasn’t much penetration at this point expect when I when I was grinding dick up against joys pussy from behind and then she suddenly grabbed my dick and just shoved it up her ass for a little anal sample. Whoa not what you expect, but not surprising as I experienced the proverbial throwing a hot dog down the hallway sensation. As we all got drunker and Bafana started to fixate on my Bar fine Joy, things started to get out of hand. Bafana got boisterous and decleared that it was time to pass the sushi to the left hand side, and Joy –although shy – clearly wanted no part of that.
Also someone had ordered room service and when it came it must have been a true nightmare scene for the good girl room service of the Central Park. She managed to find a place to put down the food, then she got me to sign the bill without incident, and all she had to do was get from the far side of the room to the door and she would survive unscathed. Unfortunately, there was a lecherous drunken Bafana stalking the passage where it narrowed at the foot of the bed. As she passed by it all turned into slow motion as I bellowed a long slow deep “Nnnnnnnoooooooooo,” A smirking drunken Bafana had has hand poised into the ready to grab and fondle some not on the menu good girl position. Thankfully, the sober waitresses reflexes and reaction time where much better than Bafana’s. As she passed, the Bafana mitt reached out for the server’s waist and she deftly flick her hips to the side leaving old Bafana grasping at air. Things return into normal speed and I started in on Bafana about what he tried was really stupid and a great way to end up have an expensive pow wow with the local police.
About the time the two fat drunken mongers were squabbling, Bafana’s little spinner pulls one of the oldest and lamest AC hooker tricks in the books. Her phone rings and soon she is giving a non-Academy award worthy performance about how her mother is in the emergency room at she has to go right now. Bafana and I just busted out laughing, and Bafana offered some drunken pontifications about how she should go, but he knows she is lying and there will be no trike fare. What was funny, is that the other girls fall in with the girls story and each of them make a big show about giving some pesos the hysterical spinner. BTW, when I saw the same spinner two days later and asked how her mom was doing she responded puzzingly, “Fine, why do you ask?”
So with the party down to five, Bafana gets much more forceful in his pursuit of Joy and I actually loose my cool a little bit and give him the boot. At his departure, his Club Rio BJ queen is honest and conveys to us that she is scared of Bafana and doesn’t want to go with him. So I have a little chat with him and assure her that it will be no problem. I don’t remember all the details of what happened next but it was a pretty good session in which we all passed out pretty quickly afterwards.
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The fallout the next day was pretty scary as the room was trashed to the extent that I gave the cleaning lady 200 pesos, mumbled sorry, and avoided eye contact the next day.